Not particularly trying to draw attention to this but I did intend to add a slight editorial to it. Homonyms are where you use words that sound the same but mean different things, so this was basis for this one, like with the earlier one The Knight Bus. For me, it is more about an experiment with the tricks of homonyms and would not claim it as any great poem. I am not proud of it compared to some of the ones I wrote which tell more of a story but I am pleased to be able to use the homonym mechanism. I cannot see myself using it again - been there, done that.
Chessaholic Homonymous
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Chessaholic Homonymous
Alone I sat, completely bored,
Till spied (Aha!) my old chessboard.
It struck me then: what an asset,
To pass the time, there with a set.
Such tranquil way to seek some peace,
While languidly moving a piece.
My fingers travelled mere inches
But spirit soared far leagues in chess.
Phantom duel was embarked upon;
Vision of knight slain by a pawn.
Saw I could win or lose in a
Complex endgame, through Lucena.
Pleasure though was joined by aching,
As I stretched out to move a king:
My chess-filled brain, pain met; into
A seizure, my own mate in two.